Monthly Archives: September 2011

I felt bad taking the train to Dusseldorf until I discovered that Tom had taken a boat all the way from Cologne to Rees, and he’d ganged up with a bunch of Englishmen who he travelled with for the rest … Continue reading →

One final detail. On his last day in Cologne Tom saw, somewhere in the city, a portrait of the Jesuit Priest, Henry Garnett, who had been executed in London in 1606 in controversial circumstances. After his hanging it was claimed … Continue reading →

Sitting in the pub window watching the world go by, about eleven on Saturday night. A man dressed with a silver foil wrapped box on his head on which a number of rectangles with words are arranged stops. He is … Continue reading →

The situation of Colen is very delectable… Their Cathedrall Church which is dedicated to St. Peter is a goodly building, but it is a great pittie that it is so imperfect. For it but halfe ended. Doubtlesse it would be … Continue reading →

After the poetry night, coming soon after Beuys, Tartort, and salsa… North By Northwest, again, on German TV Early enough, as a kid, the RushmoreScenes, the crop duster, the drunk drivingThat today seems risible when the lawsOf gravity don’t exist … Continue reading →

A small poem for Vlissigen Zo de wind waait, waait z’n jasje As the wind blows, so does his jacket (i.e. He will jump on any bandwagon) Dutch Proverb To light a cigarette with a candleKills a sailor, they say, … Continue reading →

The older grey-haired busker is already at his spot, where he’ll play a David Byrne song about ten thousand times, and noodle nice blues and chat to anyone and drink a lot and witness several dogfights and about ten thousand … Continue reading →